10 Night of Fear

Scott, Stiles, and I move away from the others to talk quietly. "Throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done." I say sarcastically.

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead, it doesn't matter. Except if he's not..." His voice trails off as he thinks about Allison, "Oh God. I totally bit her head off.

I roll my eyes as Stiles addresses Scott, "And she'll get over it. We have bigger things to deal with. Like getting out of here alive."

"But we are alive. And it could have already killed us. It's like it's cornering us." Scott replies.

"So what? This is a game for it? We're mice and he's the cat? Lovely." I state as I run a hand through my hair.

Scott sighs, "Derek says it wants revenge."

"Against who?"

"I don't know. Allison's family?"

Stiles comes to a realization as he speaks, "Maybe that's what the text was about. I mean, someone had to send it."

Jackson calls out to us before we get a chance to speak up about the theory, "Okay, assheads." Lydia and Nate both glare at him when he calls me the name. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

No one speaks to disagree as Scott looks towards Stiles and quietly tells him, "He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to. Just call him."

Stiles looks visibly upset, "I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive."

I lay my hand on his arm to give him some sort of comfort, totally oblivious to the death glare Nate is giving Stiles. As I open my mouth to speak Jackson charges past the others, "That's it. Give me your phone."

He spins Stiles around, effectively knocking my hand off of his arm. Jackson reaches for his phone in his pocket but before he can grab it Stiles reels back and punches Jackson, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Allison rushes to help him, "Are you okay? Jackson?"

At the same time, I smile and turn towards Stiles, "Nice punch."

Stiles reaches into his pocket as Lydia and Allison help Jackson up. He pulls out his phone and calls his dad, "Dad? Hey, it's me... and it's your voicemail. Um... I need you to call me back. Like right now,"

Stiles is cut off by something slamming against the door making Lydia scream. He quickly starts speaking again, "We're at the school, dad. We're at the school."

He quickly hangs up as another bang is heard at the doors. A stack of chairs tumbles down as the barricade starts falling apart. 

We slowly start backing away, "The kitchen. The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Stiles speaks up.

"Which only leads up." Scott points out.

"Yeah well, up is better than here," I reply.

Another loud boom comes from the door as the Alpha tries to make his way inside. We all bolt to the kitchen, making our escape.

*_*_*_*_*_*

As the seven of us run from the cafeteria we sprint down the empty halls and end up inside of Mr. Harris' Chemistry classroom. Once the door is closed we all press to the wall trying to catch our breath. 

Scott is the closest to the door, he slowly leans away from the wall. The creature slowly walks by the room stopping for a fraction of a second, steam from its breath covers the window. Then it walks away, the sound of its heavy footprints moving down the corridor. 

We all collectively let out a breath, but no one moves. Scott whispers, breaking the silence, "Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?"

"Five if somebody squeezes onto someone's lap."

"Five? Nate and I barely fit in the back." Allison exclaims, "One more person definitely wouldn't. And that would mean two people are left behind."

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles stops the argument.

There is a steel door just past the teacher's desk that Scott is eyeing, "What about this? It leads to the roof. We could go down the fire escape to the parking lot in seconds."

Stiles points to the door and states the obvious, "But that's a deadbolt."

"The janitor has a key."

"You mean his body has a key," I say wearily from my position between Nate and Lydia. 

"I can get it," Scott says confidently. Then he whispers something to Stiles making sure the rest of us can't hear. "I'm getting the key." 

"Are you serious?" Allison and I speak in unison.

"It's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we want to get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed," Allison replies.

Scott looks around then grabs the pointer from the chalkboard, gripping it like a baseball bat. It bends when it moves fast. We all look at him like he's grown a second head. "It's better than nothing," He tries to defend.

"There's got to be something else," Stiles speaks.

"There is," I follow Lydia's eyes, she's looking at the chemical cabinet. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov Cocktail." We all give her questioning looks.

"What? I read it somewhere."

Jackson quickly shoves his elbow through the glass. Moments later chemicals are spread out on the teacher's desk as Lydia pours one bottle in a mixture in a glass beaker. 

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

He turns each bottle, looking for the right one, then hands one to Lydia as she pours the correct amount into the mixture. 

As Lydia is making the firebomb Allison and Scott are talking about what he's about to do. I understand Allison's panic, Scott is my brother and he's about to go out on his own to face a killer. The one thing I know that she doesn't is that Scott is a werewolf.

Though that makes me feel slightly better, I also know that it's not just some random psychotic murderer in the school with us. It's a psychotic Alpha werewolf murderer. 

Lydia hands the completed firebomb to my twin as he turns to move the chair from under the door handle. Allison is begging my brother to stay. All Scott does is look to the group, "Lock the door behind me."

*_*_*_*_*_*

The six of us left in the Chemistry class sit lined up against the wall, watching the door. Allison starts speaking, "I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, why he left and... I can't... I can't stop shaking. My hands," Jackson interrupts, trying to comfort her.

"It's going to be okay."

Allison looks at me, "How could you just let your brother go out there like that?"

My eyes slightly widened at her accusing tone, "He would have gone no matter what I said. Plus I trust my brother. He'll be fine."

"You're not even worried about him. How are you okay?"

I clench my teeth, "I am worried about him. I'm just better at hiding it than you."

Lydia looks at me, shocked by how harsh my words came across; I have always been the nicer one out of the two of us so whenever I get an attitude she knows I'm really pissed off. But I didn't care anymore. It's been a horrible night and I just want to go to bed. 

Nate gently tugged on my hand and when I turned to look at him he nodded towards the corner of the room, indicating that he wanted to talk. We both stood up and walked away from the group.

"I know you're worried, but Scott won't let anything happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Nate-"

"I know you're upset with me. And you have every right to be. But I am so sorry that I accused you of cheating. I know you would never do that, my jealousy just took over. I know that isn't an excuse but I truly am sorry."

My heart feels like it's about to be ripped from my chest as I debate if I should forgive him or not. Part of me feels he doesn't deserve my forgiveness yet but a bigger part of me doesn't want to risk throwing our relationship away. What we have is something good, and I do love him, with my whole heart. 

Finally I sigh, "I'm not going to lie, I'm still upset. But I forgive you. I hate the fact that you jumped to conclusions but I understand being insecure and jealous."

"I love you, Scarlett. I promise I won't ever be that stupid again."

I attempted a smile, "I love you too. And I'm going to hold you to that promise."

The minute I finished speaking a loud noise was heard coming from somewhere in the school. All of our heads turned to look out the door, except for Jackson who fell to his knees in pain. 

Allison and Lydia, who were closest to Jackson, help him up, "I'm fine. Seriously, I'm okay." He brushes the two girls off.

"That didn't sound okay at all," Allison says glancing worriedly between him and the door. 

Something catches Stiles' eye, "What's that on the back of your neck?"

Jackson pulls away so we can't see his neck. "I said I'm fine," He snaps.

Lydia approaches Jackson, "It's been there for days and he won't tell me what happened,"

She gets cut off by Jackson, "As if you actually care."

I glare at him as Stiles steps in between the couple, "Can we not argue for half a second here?"

"Where's Scott? He should be back by now." Allison questions.

We all turn to the door. We can just make out a dark silhouette on the other side. Then we hear something snap.

Allison and I rush to the door, "Scott?" I question.

"Scott? What are you doing?" Allison asks right after me.

The person in the hall starts moving away from the door.

"Where's he going?" Lydia asks us.

Allison then starts panicking once again. She's calling out for my brother and pounding on the door. Until Lydia stops her, "Stop, stop! Do you hear that? Listen."

We all pause to listen, we could just make out the sound of sirens coming to our rescue. It was the best sound I heard all night. The six of us quickly rushed to the windows to see the police rush into the parking lot.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Once we are out of the school, Sheriff Stilinski pulls Scott, Stiles and I to the side to talk. "You're sure it was Derek Hale?" The sheriff questions.

Scott nods, then the sheriff turns to Stiles and me for confirmation. "I saw him too," Stiles replies.

Still uncomfortable with throwing Derek under the bus, I take a breath and answer, "I got separated from Scott and Stiles at one point. I didn't see anything." I gulp and look at my feet.

Scott speaks up, bringing the attention away from me, "What about the janitor?"

"We're still looking for him."

"You looked under the bleachers? Under them?"

"There was nothing there, Scott. We pulled out the bleachers just like you asked."

"I'm not making this up."

"And I believe you. I do." Sheriff Stilinski gently tells Scott.

"No, you don't. You have that look. Like you feel bad for me. Like you want to believe me. But I know you don't."

I grabbed Scott's hand trying my best to comfort him without words. 

"I hear you. And we're going to look over the whole school, I promise."

A deputy calls out to the Sheriff, "We need you here."

"Stay. All three of you."

When he walked away Scott turned to me, "Why didn't you say you saw Derek too?"

"I'm just not comfortable saying he murdered a bunch of people. I mean if he's alive he's going to be a wanted killer. And if he's dead, he's going to be remembered as a killer." Scott nods understanding my reasoning.

Stiles smiled trying to think something more positive, "Just think of this instead, we survived. We outlasted the Alpha. That's good, right? Being alive?"

Scott shakes his head, sitting down on the school steps, Stiles and I following after him. I was in between the two boys and rested my head on Scott's shoulder, exhausted from the night's events. 

"We were in the Chemistry room and it walked right by us. You don't think it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Scott asks us.

"Then why are we still alive?" I whisper.

"Because it wants me in its pack. But I think first I have to get rid of my old pack."

I lift my head off of his shoulder and raise my eyebrow as Stiles asks, "What old pack?"

"The two of you. Allison. Jackson, Lydia, and Nate."

As I start to understand I shove my head into my hands, "The Alpha doesn't want to kill us."

"He wants me to do it."

Stiles and I remain silent at the thought. Scott continues, "That's not the worst part."

Once again I turn to raise my eyebrow at Scott and Stiles asks the same question that's on my mind, "How in the holy hell is that not the worst part?"

"Because when he made me shift... I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill all of you."

We sit in silence for a minute as Scott glances past the officers, spotting someone. Looking up and following his eyesight I see Dr. Deaton, Scott's boss, getting checked out by an EMT.

Scott gets up to talk to him. Stiles and I follow behind but stay far enough away to give them some privacy.

As Sheriff Stilinksi moves Scott away from Deaton he spots Allison and makes his way to her. Stiles and I stay in our spot waiting for him to come back. 

When he reaches us he looks miserable, "She broke up with me."

"Oh, Scotty..." I rub his arm gently but can't think of anything else to do to offer him comfort. 

Not too long later Sheriff Stilinski gives Scott and I a ride home. As soon as the door opens my mom pulls us into a hug. "We're alright mom." I tiredly smile as we pull away.

Scott attempts a smile, says I love you and then heads up to his room.

"Is he okay?" my mom's eyes follow him up the stairs.

"Allison just broke up with him. And it was already a long night before that."

My mom sighs but nods, "Head up to bed. I love you." She kisses me on the forehead then gently pushes me to the stairs. I say I love you over my shoulders and head to my room.

I don't even bother changing as I throw myself on to my bed and drift off to sleep.